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I’d never played hard to get in my life, but for some reason, felt doing so was a good idea. I relaxed against the back of my chair. “Maybe I’ve got a few other people scheduled to go look at it.”

He lowered his chin. “Like who?”

“Like whoever I want,” I said in a snide tone. “Just some guys that came in over the last few days. I hadn’t heard from you, so I scheduled them to look at it. In fact, I’ve got back-to-back appointments up there all day with six different interested parties.”

I was failing miserably. Instead of coming off as hard to get, I looked like an overeager hooker who was going to be shuffling my clients in and out of my upstairs brothel. While I struggled to devise my plan of redemption, he stood.

“Stand up,” he said in a commanding tone.

I gave him the deer in the headlights look. “Excuse me?”

“Stand.” He cleared his throat. “Up.”

I did as he asked.

He sauntered in my direction, and then wedged himself between me and the edge of my desk. Standing so close I could taste the sweetness of his breath, he locked eyes with me. I wanted to look away. Despite my desire, I couldn’t break his gaze.

As I peered into his eyes, the familiar smell of his cologne caused my mind to chase thoughts of him fucking me senseless in the upstairs loft.

The memory of his face being buried between my legs while I was sprawled out on the kitchen island overwhelmed me. I stared back at him nervously as a tingling sensation engulfed me.

In what seemed to be a slow-motion gesture, he extended his middle finger, lifted it to his face, and then laid it against his flattened tongue.

My mind went aflutter. I wanted to say something, but I managed to say nothing. He reached for the waist of my pants with his free hand. While I stood on shaking legs and waited for the inevitable, he pulled his finger from his mouth and lowered his hand between us.

As much as I wanted to look down, I didn’t. I couldn’t. I cinched up my big girl pants, stood firmly in place, and held his gaze.

With his eyes locked on mine, he unzipped my pants. As much as I expected my mouth to blurt out some form of sarcastic opposition, it never came. He slid his hand beneath my panties. I could hear my heartbeat, and wondered if he could, too. If he could sense how anxious I’d become. If he had any idea of how aroused…

He pushed his finger deep inside me. I sucked in a choppy breath. Although I didn’t want to be, I was weak in his presence. I chewed against my bottom lip and embraced the fact that I was being finger fucked in my office by a man I barely knew.

He lowered his forehead until it met mine. “Show the motherfucker to whoever you want, little girl.”

A stuttering breath escaped me. “O…Okay.”

“But. If anyone touches this pussy? You’ll need to add a wheelchair ramp to that loft.” He curled the tip of his finger against my g-spot and raised his eyebrows. “Because I’ll break both his legs.”

He pulled his hand out of my pants and took a step back. After looking me over, he sucked my juices from his finger, and then turned away.

He opened the door and glanced over his shoulder.

I gazed back at him with the waist of my pants around my thighs, my panties pulled low enough to reveal my soaking wet pussy, and my mouth wide open. I made no effort to collect myself. I simply stared at him as if waiting for his instruction.

Then, it came to me. It was his eyes.

His mysterious eyes. I was being held hostage by them.

He scanned me from head to toe, and then grinned. “Pull your pants up, Andy. You never know when someone might barge in here.”

I zipped up my pants. I wasn’t weak in his presence.

I’d become powerless.

NINE - Baker

I stood at the window and gazed blankly at Andy’s bike. I needed to get rid of her, and I knew it. If any of the men found out I’d fucked the girl from the bank, they’d question my loyalty, and my ability to act as President of the club.

My life’s biggest fear had become Cash seeing and recognizing her. If he did, he’d put a bullet between her eyes. Afterward, he’d cut my throat. The answer was to stop fucking her. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was necessary. The thought of never fucking her perfect little pussy again troubled me much more than I wanted it to, and had been haunting me since I woke up.